Spring is officially here. Do you know how I can tell?
It is not the milder temperatures.
Not the grass popping up.
Not the snow melting.
Not even the buds of perennials making their way through the once frozen earth.
The tell tale sign: my children's laughter drifting through the slightly ajar front door.
Nothing could keep them from a game of freeze tag with the neighbors in the early evening yesterday.
As I was cooking dinner there were no complaints of hunger.
No little ones underfoot wanting to help.
Not even Spongebob could interrupt our first evening of Spring.
I am elated.
